Author's Note: Raisin bran makes me write articles...enjoy.
"Stay here. We'll be back for you later on." "Don't try to bend, he took it away forever." "That'll only make things harder."
Azula could not speak. The air in the holding cell was frigid. A lump began to form in her throat.
"Leave me, swine!" She lunged feverishly from the cold metal seat only to find that they were right. Her bending was gone. Forever. The guards gave an amused grin and Azula shrank bank into an estranged corner of her mind which she had not been aware existed before. Fear. "That's more like it!" "Far more lady-like...
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